Rain
I felt a wind of Cornwall
in a Surrey rain shower
touch out of great distance
hot oregano
too far for breaker sounds
insouciant all day
is sensed in blind dark
sunk fallen hills
of warm tangled heather
in deep mid-Atlantic
tainting atmosphere
hurtling wobbly landward
often on its rock spit
I have been mid-continent
knowing I could stride to India,
or part way, dry foot
cliffs amputating
wounds crying, holes
in a whole liquefying
if Jesus came to Curnow
he went across ocean
no second flood
no paradise
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